• 2016,  action3,  jay3,  laterals,  Uncategorized

    Wheelchair Woes

    So I was really happy. I finally after nine weeks+ had two working wheelchairs. My manual for the house (and the little bit out the house I use it for) and an absolutely amazing new powerchair that – teething problems aside – blows my mind. Only my manual had been making a really terrible noise intermittantly along with moments of not feeling right. I had no idea what was wrong with it and it was so intermittant that I didn’t see the point of calling the NHS maintenance team. I just knew they’d come out and it would be working fine at that point and it would be a waste…

  • 2013,  action3,  baclofen,  dream diary,  identity,  laterals,  personal,  perspective,  powerchair,  Quickie Salsa,  songs of my life,  thinking,  Uncategorized,  walking,  wheelchair

    A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes…

    I’ve been doing a fair amount of writing (fiction) and the character I was writing about was thinking about the disney version of Cinderella. Specifically the song lyric “A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.” And then I started thinking about it. I frequently remember my dreams. They are very detailed and often borderline surreal. I can remember dreams I had months or years ago although not usually when I had them. I also have a recurring dream. I’ve not had it for absolutely ages but it was the one that came to mind. I think taking baclofen might have something to do with the…

  • action3,  Dad,  hospital,  jay2,  jay3,  laterals,  OT,  physio,  shoes,  spasticity,  spine align,  Uncategorized,  wheelchair

    >Details on my new seating

    >Two weeks ago I went to Wheelchair Services for a new assessment. Two very productive hours later I left with a completely pimped chair and all new seating. And it was so easy.  I didn’t have to fight for anything and didn’t need to argue my case at all – the therapist simply saw me and talked to me and made suggestions.  That was so different to my last assessment where I thought I was constantly having to push for things (and where I didn’t get what I needed looking back).  I’d actually made my Dad take the afternoon off work to take me so I had back up –…